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    Lyrical Passion' s – Concert Daze

     

    I can see her slowly begin to relax, “This is the first time I’ve gotten to see him… you don’t realize how much this truly means to me Bette… I love you for this… I love you but this… just blows my mind.”

     

    Bette gives me one of her megawatt smiles and I can see I have reached her; I turn towards the stage waiting for the show to begin. I can feel Bette tightly pressed against my back as the stage falls into complete darkness, seconds later streams of fire pour out of the sides of the stage as the chanting begins.

     

    “OZZY… OZZY…OZZY,” I join in shouting at the top of my lungs, then bam, there he is larger then live, I can’t believe he is opening with this song, oh my god “Believer”;

     

    Watching the time go
    And feeling belief grow
    Rise above the obstacles
    People beseech me
    But they'll never teach me
    Things that I already know (I know)

     

    I let everything go as I’m drawn into the music I can feel Bette’s body moving against mine as we swing to the heavy drums and guitar, this is so different usually we are in a club dancing to some R & B, maybe some Hip Hop, we have never danced to rock like this, it is so liberating, I want her so bad, I think to myself as I slowly grind into her. 

     

    I can feel the heat rise between the two of us, as our bodies continue to press into one another, our bodies rubbing up against each other as I feel her hands lightly grab my hips pulling me hard into her. The intensity of the heavy music, along with his voice and the fact that this is so far out of anything I would have expected from Bette starts to make my head spin. 

     

    It isn’t until Ozzy finishes up on “Bark at the Moon” and setting the stage for his guitarist Zakk Wylde to perform a tribute to Randy Rhodes that I realize what Bette is doing, I feel her hand slowly slide up underneath my shirt, caressing my skin, I can feel her soft lips nipping at the back of my neck, her daring increases as the heavy guitar beats throughout the stadium.

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